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I sweep down the corridors of Hogwarts rather less zealously than usual. I'm still fuming from my meeting with Albus earlier today. That man is possibly one of the most infuriating people on the face of the planet. After his little speech at the start of year feast about how the mirror was there for everyone to make their own minds up about using it he has certainly had a rather dramatic about turn. I was summoned to his office just before lunch where he informed me that he wanted me to go and look in the Mirror of Erised. I tried to argue but he very quickly replied that in my case he has found it neccessary to make it a compulsary activity since he wills I will 'greatly benefit from the experience'. I am not worried about being 'at one with myself', in fact I find myself snorting at the very thought. I find I have reached my destination and blast my way through the door. I think about leaving the door in hundreds of pieces scattered across the room just to further emphesise my reluctance to Albus but it seems rather childish so I wave my wand at the door and mutter 'reparo'. I am half tempted to shatter it again just so I can waste more time fixing it but I think I had better just get this over and done with.
As I cross the room my mind does briefly entertain the wandering of what I will see when I look in the mirror. Myself screaming at Longbottom perhaps, the rest of the staff finally seeing what I do, that the boy is the closest thing to a squib as possible and certainly not worth the time spent trying to improve him. Or even better myself standing in the Entrance Hall with the whole school watching Potter leave in disgrace having been caught in the act of something awful by myself. I actually speed up when i think of this, almost wanting to look into that dratted mirror so I can see this wonderful sight. I stand in front of the mirror and look in. All I see is myself, staring back. The thing is clearly broken, I had better go and inform Albus. Just as I have decided to leave my reflection starts to move, to lift his arm. A small pang of understanding runs through my body and I realise what I want more than anything else in the world even before I see my reflection raise his arm and slowly pull up his sleeve to reveal smooth, pale, bare flesh on his forearm. I move closer and stare at the image, trying to get closer, to examine that bare flesh and memorise every inch of it's beauty. It's not just a bare arm, it symbolise my freedom, my peace of mind, my safety. I stare at the image hungrily trying to imprint it in my mind, I drink it in as if it can sustain me. And I imagine that it could. If only that ugly black mark was off my arm i wouldn't need anything else, nothing else would matter.
I turn away abruptly. What's the point of taunting yourself with something you can never have? I exit the room even more rapidly than I enter, slamming the door behind me. I get about halfway down the corridor and with the slightest of smirks on my face turn around, point my wand back at the room and last the door back into a million little pieces. Much better I think, as I sweep majestically down the corridor, glaring at Longbottom as I encounter him trying desperately to remember which staircase he needs to take to get back to his corridor.
'Twenty points from Gryffindor for your pure stupidity, Mr Longbottom.'
Thank Merlin for small blessings.
I sweep down the corridors of Hogwarts rather less zealously than usual. I'm still fuming from my meeting with Albus earlier today. That man is possibly one of the most infuriating people on the face of the planet. After his little speech at the start of year feast about how the mirror was there for everyone to make their own minds up about using it he has certainly had a rather dramatic about turn. I was summoned to his office just before lunch where he informed me that he wanted me to go and look in the Mirror of Erised. I tried to argue but he very quickly replied that in my case he has found it neccessary to make it a compulsary activity since he wills I will 'greatly benefit from the experience'. I am not worried about being 'at one with myself', in fact I find myself snorting at the very thought. I find I have reached my destination and blast my way through the door. I think about leaving the door in hundreds of pieces scattered across the room just to further emphesise my reluctance to Albus but it seems rather childish so I wave my wand at the door and mutter 'reparo'. I am half tempted to shatter it again just so I can waste more time fixing it but I think I had better just get this over and done with.
As I cross the room my mind does briefly entertain the wandering of what I will see when I look in the mirror. Myself screaming at Longbottom perhaps, the rest of the staff finally seeing what I do, that the boy is the closest thing to a squib as possible and certainly not worth the time spent trying to improve him. Or even better myself standing in the Entrance Hall with the whole school watching Potter leave in disgrace having been caught in the act of something awful by myself. I actually speed up when i think of this, almost wanting to look into that dratted mirror so I can see this wonderful sight. I stand in front of the mirror and look in. All I see is myself, staring back. The thing is clearly broken, I had better go and inform Albus. Just as I have decided to leave my reflection starts to move, to lift his arm. A small pang of understanding runs through my body and I realise what I want more than anything else in the world even before I see my reflection raise his arm and slowly pull up his sleeve to reveal smooth, pale, bare flesh on his forearm. I move closer and stare at the image, trying to get closer, to examine that bare flesh and memorise every inch of it's beauty. It's not just a bare arm, it symbolise my freedom, my peace of mind, my safety. I stare at the image hungrily trying to imprint it in my mind, I drink it in as if it can sustain me. And I imagine that it could. If only that ugly black mark was off my arm i wouldn't need anything else, nothing else would matter.
I turn away abruptly. What's the point of taunting yourself with something you can never have? I exit the room even more rapidly than I enter, slamming the door behind me. I get about halfway down the corridor and with the slightest of smirks on my face turn around, point my wand back at the room and last the door back into a million little pieces. Much better I think, as I sweep majestically down the corridor, glaring at Longbottom as I encounter him trying desperately to remember which staircase he needs to take to get back to his corridor.
'Twenty points from Gryffindor for your pure stupidity, Mr Longbottom.'
Thank Merlin for small blessings.
